While the fog is rather beautiful to behold, I can’t help but catch a bit of wisdom as the first rays of sun gleam through the rising smoke.
Fog is a great concealer
When the landscape is covered in a thick floating blanket of white, you don’t really know what is out there. There is a form of excitement in not knowing. The riddle of what you may discover as you meander through the valleys and over the hills is rather intriguing.
Shapes begin to take form and silhouettes slowly start to reveal themselves in what seams to be nature’s way of telling us to stop for a moment and absorb the grandeur of what is transpiring. The joy of not knowing what’s really out there is palpable. Not knowing forces our imagination to kick in and formulate all forms of possibilities. Places and things that may or may not exist, and in that lays the thrill of it all.
“I love the fog, as it seems to make oneself a vapor.” – Henry David Thoreau, American writer and naturalist
The great reveal
The morning begins to awaken from its slumber and the mercury rises incrementally. Slowly the thick dense cloud dissipates and your imaginative scenario is either confirmed or rearranged into a picture that is vastly different.
Life can be a little like this sometimes. We wake up in the fog. Not knowing exactly what is out there. We have ideas, we dream up possibilities, but we don’t really know until we gain clarity.
Once the veil has been lifted we are able to make decisions on what we can see. We now know for certain and can navigate with greater accuracy.
Harnessing the haze
Days may come where we feel that we’re in a bewildering trance. We have no clarity and our judgement is clouded over. Instead of stumbling in a state of disorientation, perhaps we could sit for a moment and let the morning unfold a little. The plume will eventually begin to lift and you’ll know which path to take. While you wait however, why not use the opportunity to dream up of what could be?
Photo credit: Graham Holtshausen’s High country – Victoria collection